Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 460

When Sean Quinn got stabbed, he was still a rookie—barely out of basic training, burning with ambition to become a Special Forces operative. But that single knife wound ended everything: the scar and the inevitable medical disqualifications slammed the door shut on his dreams.

That’s why Sean and Tyrone—uncle and nephew, family by blood—could never see eye to eye. Back then, Tyrone really meant to kill Sean, and because of his out-of-control nephew, Sean lost his one shot at the life he’d always wanted.

“You… did you really want to kill your mom back then?” Alicia asked Tyrone in a whisper.

If Tyrone had no choice but to kill his mother, if it was something forced on him by desperation, then what was he thinking when he stabbed Sean Quinn? That thought gnawed at her. Suddenly, Alicia understood why so many people in Harboridge City cursed Tyrone behind his back—called him a madman, a monster, a killer of his own mother and uncle. His actions back then had been truly unhinged.

Tyrone shook his head. “At the time, my mind was just… blank. It felt like I wasn’t even in control of myself. Honestly, I sometimes wondered if I was really losing my mind.” He hesitated, then went on, “My grandfather secretly brought in doctors and psychologists. They said it was some inherited mental illness, maybe triggered by childhood trauma…”

So when Tyrone lost control again as a teenager—nearly killing someone that time—his grandfather sent him to the old family chapel in Grandcrest City, hoping the peace and quiet would help him recover.

Alicia watched Tyrone, puzzled. If all his violence was just a reaction to childhood trauma, some uncontrollable impulse, then why—after all these years of marriage—had she never seen even a trace of it? He’d never raised his voice to her, never even spoken harshly. Deep down, he was considerate. Gentle. How could a man like that have tried to kill someone—more than once?

“Tyrone, there’s never been any history of mental illness in your family. Not your grandfather, not your uncle, not your father. And your mother—she only started losing her mind after you were born, and maybe even then, someone pushed her into it. So you couldn’t have just inherited it. The only reason everyone assumed you must be insane was because your mother went mad first. People just decided that the son of a lunatic must be a lunatic, too.”

And just like that, Tyrone was branded for life.

“But what if it was all planned from the start?” Alicia said, her voice barely above a whisper. “From your mother onward—what if it was a conspiracy? Step by step, someone wanted to destroy you, destroy the Lynch family, ruin your reputation, and make sure you’d never inherit the Lynch Corporation…”